On Teacher’s Day Last Year

Last year was the year after my graduation from secondary school. I went back there on Teacher’s Day to rekindle the memories and attachment to both my alma mater and the teachers. There was even an invitation sent via email.

Contrary to my intent, I and several other students who had kept their hair long and/or dye it were barred from entering. The pretext for that absurdity was our influence to the ‘innocent’ students there. Well, my previous sentence should suffice on what I feel about this treatment.

Now when I remember it, it seems I no longer feel much for that place. Yes, I remember my experiences within the school compound, and the constant hide-and-seek game with the discipline committee. But in some cases I’ve disassociated many emotions to that place. You can even call me crazy but I felt betrayed.

Imagine having few links that attach you to the past. And with time, each link breaks. You would expect the link to a building to be broken much later because mainly it is an inanimate object and doesn’t change much. Well, so much for expectations… People who set any expectations bound to be disappointed.

At least I’ve hung out with certain friends after.

Ikea Evening with Friends

Let’s see what happen this year…